Ayo, I burn my bridges with a blow torchA rebel born from verbal holocaustDirty and never try to cleanse to get the drama offThe swiftest stealth assassin snipe youFrom balcony shots of terrorist positionProfessional from the opera boxRhyme documents infamous like theBill of Right, illa tight, having niggazOpen like the thrill of dykes Jean GraeYa koo's a mass murderer, friends who gotThe dirt on her, foes who never heard of herWild style, my mouth gone to train up, I spitKrolyon in five colours, when I speak I spray myName up, split your wig up like Denny and BruceSplash your remains and brains out on the streetLike Henny and juice, noose your neck and loosenYour spine from back shift your spleen, rip till it'sJust obscene, from down town spilling it, New YorkIllest who rip it ever, flow like a river fuck a girlLike a nigga what?

I've been through Hell and back, scars swellOn my back, I spit bars, y'all spit repetitiveRaps, I'm a street dude, who decided to rhymeWith lines that'll crack the disc between your mindAnd your spine, that's why, y'all wanna bite my designAnd that's why, usually I hold the mic like a ninePistol whip you on the side of your eye, watch itPop out, we knock out cats, with the floors whenIt rocks out, shocked out, like you driving inA lightning storm, with the top down, we gotThis locked down, like convicts on the runGetting shot down, we four timesGaining yards in the whole line, see meAnd Tech we steadily building, and we aboutTo blow like the Oklahoma Federal BuildingAnd all them niggaz get mad when we step inThe building, cause we make the crowd jumpAnd hit they heads on the ceiling, what?

I spit heat like the deserts of Saudi ArabiaBury competition like Mesopotamia, emanatingRadiation pissing liquid uranium, I bring the rockLike European drunks in soccer stadiums, I'llSplit your cranium with perfect symmetry lyricallyIf your not the illest, then you don't deserve toSpit with me, OBS obliverating bastardsSacrilegiously, I sacrifice niggaz whoTalk shit ritualistically, meticulously makingAll my rivals suicidal like white suburbanKids on acid reading the Satanic BibleMy arrival is genocidal, like ChristopherColumbus, exterminating racism of whackMC's that walk among us, I've just begun to bustI'll make this place, open gondelaThese racist cops wanna lock me longer thenNelson Mandela, pissed off, I'm making hellaPaper, East to West coast, and I treat the law in thisCountry like a mother fucking joke, cause if I'mWilling to smoke the president, while he's sniffing hisCoke, you know it don't mean shit to meTo cut a fucking cops throat

Yea, Jean Grae, Pumpkinhead, Immortal TechniqueDP-one, tell 'em what the fuck we about to do